“Because evil are your thoughts and evil are your deeds,” he cried. “Yours and your lover’s, there”⁠—he levelled a finger at Lugur. “Because of the Shining One you have made evil, too, and the greater wickedness you contemplate⁠—you and he with the Shining One. But I tell you that your measure of iniquity is full; the tale of your sin near ended! Yea⁠—the Silent Ones have been patient, but soon they will speak.” He pointed at us. “A sign are they ⁠—a warning⁠—harlot!” He spat the word.

In Yolara’s eyes, grown black, the devils leaped unrestrained.

“Is it even so, Songar?” her voice caressed. “Now ask the Silent Ones to help you! They sit afar⁠—but surely they will hear you.” The sweet voice was mocking. “As for these two, they shall pray to the Shining One for forgiveness⁠—and surely the Shining One will take them to its bosom! As for you⁠—you have lived long enough, Songar! Pray to the Silent Ones, Songar, and pass out into the nothingness⁠—you!”